Hello lovely people! This is a series of Christmas drabbles for Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. There will be multiple pairings, and all of them will be pure Christmas fluff because I like Christmas fluff! I will be posting one every night, and they will mostly not be cannon, but that's what fanficiton is for!

So, to start us off, we'll have a Skyeward drabble of cuteness. I'm a diehard shipper of it.

Disclaimer: all rights go to Marvel

The rest of the team thought it was just a cat. She, however, thought it was the best gift anyone could ever get. The second she'd seen the beautiful kitten, she knew exactly who it was from.

One day, Skye was playing Rummy with Ward. She was out of it, but suddenly set down her cards. Out of nowhere, she blurted, "Have you ever had any animals, Ward?"

"Not that I recall," he replied in an annoyed voice. There was silence before he realized she was watching him. By now, he understood what she wanted. He sarcastically sat up and devoted his attention solely on her, raising his voice a few octaves. "Why Skye, what made you think of such a thing, hmm?"

"Very funny," she made a face. "But, now that you ask, I was just thinking how I've never had a pet. I would really like a cat. Something to take care of, to love, to cuddle with me when I'm sick, you know? In this job, I'll never find a man, so a cat would do."

As usual, Ward stuffed his feelings deep down and rolled his eyes. "You want a cat so you can cuddle?"

"I want a companion," Skye retorted. "And I can't have a dog because they need outside, but a cat can have a bolted down litter box."

"It would stink up the whole plane!"

"That's why I would change it," she said in a 'matter of fact' tone. Skye sat back in her seat across from Ward. "It would be a fluffy Siamese cat named...O'Malley. Do you think Coulson would let me have one?"

"Oh dear God."

At the time, Skye thought that had been the end of it—until Christmas Eve. The plane had just taken off. Everyone wanted to send off their Christmas presents to loved ones (except Skye of course) and when they got back up, decided they would each open a present.

As they sat around the baby Christmas tree, Skye frowned at the sight of a box. "That wasn't there five minutes ago, was it?"

"Don't think so," Fitz agreed. He scooted the box, only to have a strange mewling sound come from the holes in the side. In seconds, a white and black paw poked from the whole, making Fitz jump. "Skye, it's addressed to you."

"It is?" Skye felt her face lit up as the box was placed before her. She lifted the lid to reveal a fluffy, Siamese kitten. It meowed pathetically, pawing the side of the box. Skye carefully picked it up. Tears sprang into her eyes.

"It's a cat," May raised an eyebrow. "Why are you so happy about it?"

"I'll have a companion," Skye answered. "Someone to cuddle with and make me feel good after a mission. Something to take care of." she nibbled her lip. "Ward?"

He pretended to be nonchalant. "You wouldn't shut up about a cat, so I got one. It's no O'Malley, but I figured a Duchess would do."

"She's perfect," Skye beamed. "Thank you, Ward."

"It's the holidays, so don't expect this any other time."

"Yes sir," Skye teased, but she barely paid attention.

Ward smiled inwardly, even if he was blank faced on the outside. Skye was beaming over the kitten, and beaming at Ward for giving it to her. In that moment, he sincerely believed he would buy a thousand cats—as long as she kept looking at him like that.

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